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Jan 2015
nothing more, so much less.
the 18th year, to the date
is approaching.
I cannot bear the thought of myself
as anything more than a being.
I have accomplished nothing,
and lack the desire to do.
the 18th year and I am still
nothing.
Written by
Andrea  21/F
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